"Coney Island, My First Love”
As we sit on the beaches of Coney Island,
And gaze towards the sweet ruby horizon,
The waves crash,
The seagulls soar,
And the lights glisten.
while the grainy ol’ sand,
That we all love, gets caught in our pants.
I remember my friends,
As we used to do wild things.
We went hopping over gates,
And always got some candy from Philips.
“Warriors, come out to play!”
We all thought we were cool.
I miss those hotdogs from Nathan’s.
The greasy delight of a frankfurter.
A refreshing Ice-cold water, or Corona,
While we sat on the corners of Surf Avenue,
To admire the beautiful mermaids passing by.
A rollercoaster made of wood.
A Wheel as big as life itself.
A tower that plunged us to oblivion.
Bump, Bump Bumpin’ your ass off.
Astro Land, and the great Deno’s.
The crazy boardwalk at night.
where the wood slowly rotted,
and splintered our bare feet.
Suddenly a bike almost runs you over,
while two Luna-tic crackheads fight over a nugget,
and a nail nearly pierces your foot.
Margaritas on Margarita Monday,
And the sweet bitterness of her Smirnoff lips.
The radiance of flowers in her hair,
The delicate touch of her body against yours.
How she wistfully danced,
To the rhythm of eternal happiness.
Bliss.
I miss those days…
Coney Island,
It will be my first love,
Forever and always.
About the Creator
Nolan Frontera
Nolan Frontera is a writer based in Brooklyn, NY. He is a special education teacher with a heart as big as his imagination, as he spends his days unlocking the potential of his students and his nights crafting stories and rich experiences.


Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.